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Lanen slowed as she reached a bus stop, listening to the whispers of the people around her and nodding to herself. "This is gettin' outta hand," She muttered, biting her thumbnail. "People are afraid to leave home now; for fear of what might happen to them or their families." She spat out her nail and looked around. 

Shane stepped out of the police station with a Starbucks coffee in one hand and a police file in the other, biting his lip and ducking his head down as he was *censored*aulted by the exhaust fumes of p*censored*ing car. It was the same deal after ever new murder; he'd go into the station and some rookie would brink him coffee while another scrambled to get him the files he needed. At least no one h*censored*led him anymore and left him to do his own thing.

He set the coffee down on a windowsill and pulled out a picture from the file before shrugging off his backpack and placing the file in it, zipping it back up and returning it to his back. He grabbed his coffee and took a sip of it as he walked to bus stop, staring at the photo. It was of some weird marking, like the murder's signature and if he could figure it out, he could catch him. Problem was that no one had even seen this mark before. Not a single one of his contacts had a clue. Shane was on his own and, even if he liked it like that, it made things more difficult. 

Denthe walked through the streets and every corner held people that spoke in whispered tones about the current murdur that took place. People were scared for their families, their friends, and themselves. And she didn't blame them. They should be scared of what gruesome things that were happening in the darkness they couldn't begin to understand. Stopping behind a group of people at a bus stop, she reached up with one hand to lightly touch the hilt of her katana that was hidden beneath her kimono. She lowered her hand before walking off again.

"Something needs to be done about this murdurer," she hissed softly as she narrowed her black eyes while dipping her head. Her white hair covered her eyes as it turned near murdurous.

[[ -cocks head- Bump? ]]

[[ Me neither... -twiddles thumbs- ]]

Halien sighed and strode over to Lanen, one of his more-familiar colleagues. Jerking his head over to the whispers, he muttered to her, "So. heard the news? It's out of hand really.... And I haven't gotten any new leads. Everything I find just leads me to odd places. A cafe, a strip club, an old warehouse, nothing remotely suspicious.  You find anything?" he asked brusquely, hand clenching and unclenching in frustration.

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((No it aint)) 

If Lanen was surprised about Haliens sudden appearance, she didnt show it. Lanen shook her head as she turned to face him." I have. It's really-what's the word?" Her hand waved dismissively. "Never mind. It is outta hand, I'll agree with ya there. These murders got nothin' to do with each other, 'cept the mark."  She released a breath and stared at the ground. "But for all we know, there could be copy cats or a group."